Gyre grabs Luka's hand and stuffs his handkerchief into it, so he can actually clean up instead of just smearing frosting everywhere. It means he's right next to him when this flash of anger runs through him and his whole body tenses up. For a second, the air around him feels very much like he wants to punch Luka again! But he takes a sharp breath through his grit teeth, letting out with an irritated noise.

"You--!" he begins, and then retreats back further from his anger with another breath, speaking softly so Five hopefully doesn't hear. "You implied you were going to attack her. You killed her friend yesterday. Stop."

He straightens up after that, glancing between the two of them. "There's eight of us. You think Ten wants to be bombarded with everyone's questions? This way we can split it between the two of them."